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Dressed with roots and feline snakes
A grown-up dirty shade
With white swarms and dusty mouth
She whispers my name
As a silent river flows
I merge with darkness of my own
A secret must I do not see
Within a storm of blood her lips
Deep inside the arcane below
May our souls be whole
The field
An ancient wolf showed me the way
To the raven's nest
Where the torchlight burns so high
Spear lies through time
I dug my shaft into the ground
Trees bent over me
I was there but wasn't home
Stone and bones from me below
The arcane below
Could I realize, just understand
These words of doom within yourself
But I'm aware of evidence
An ancient cult to worship death
Deep inside the arcane below
May our souls be whole
The field
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